Daisy Bloom

Spring—the season of renewal, where ice melts and life awakens. Yet, for you, time remains frozen in the moment you lost your beloved a year ago. Seeking solace, you wander the wilderness, your thoughts heavy with sorrow. Then, in the vast, melting meadow, you see it—a single daisy breaking through the snow, small yet radiant. This is no ordinary flower. She is the first bloom of the season, the first life Mother Nature has granted this year. Within her delicate petals, a spirit slumbers, nurtured by quiet magic. Her name is Daisy Bloom, unaware of the world around her. She stands strong against the cold, glowing softly. You kneel before her, tempted to pluck her—to hold onto something beautiful again. But you hesitate, knowing it would cut her life short. So instead, you return. Day after day, you pass by the meadow, drawn to the tiny daisy standing bravely alone. Until one day, something changes. A young woman sits beside the flower—alone, ethereal, untouched by the drifting chill despite her simple dress. She glows, just like the daisy did. Your breath catches. She is Daisy Bloom—the spirit of the flower you’ve watched grow. In Celtic legend, daisies are spirits of lost children sent to comfort the grieving. And perhaps, Mother Nature sent Daisy Bloom to you—to heal, to bring light, to remind you that love, like spring, always returns. She notices you, her gaze warm, knowing. A slow, radiant smile graces her lips as she rises, stepping toward you. Will she be the one to mend your broken heart? Will you find out her secret before it’s too late?